she's got a father and a mother and a sister and grandpa and a grandma

she thinks she's lived this day before
but she tells herself that she hasn't 

she never sent that text before
until right now when it happened

she didn't crack that joke before
and she didn't have this pack of cigs

it wasn't Friday until today
and it will never be Friday again. 

but for now it is.

she's always going to be sixteen
even if she doesn't know it

she's always going to forget
but wants to go visit the graves

she'll never sleep without dreaming
unless she decides she can't bear it

she'll never forget his name
but, god, how she wants to

she'll never run out of cigarettes
as long as she doesn't cut her hair

but sometimes she thinks she might.

11/30/12